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  • The Golden Bull

    In today’s Guardian, Germaine Greer attacks a nerdish Plain English group for awarding her The Golden Bull, a kind of pseuds’ corner prize for purveyors of opaque English. Germaine’s defence is that she was quoting Immanuel Kant – as she was certain most Guardian readers would have realised (!). Her diatribe was splendidly over the… Know More

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  • Venice

    (Musing on the way objects, people and environments quickly become caricatures of themselves as the media fixes them in the aspic of populism, led to this poem.) Venice Venice is a recumbent dead octopus engorged in the sun of a hot May day Its tentacles rising and falling, bridging canals and submerging in a lagoon… Know More

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  • Of Fetishism and Football

    There are scientists who aver that, despite all the evidence to the contrary, our senses play a three card trick with reality. If you turn the pasteboard rectangle of existence over, it reveals – nothing. Life, as many an eastern sage discovers, is illusion. There are scientists (not necessarily the same ones) who affirm that… Know More

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  • Community

    Whenever I encounter the word community being used in the media I have a picture of being proffered a shiny sugar coated gaudily wrapped sweet by a smiling stranger with emotionless eyes. An ersatz sweetener that contains no gram at all of sustenance. It has become the ubiquitous term that is reached for when a… Know More

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  • Imperfection and Blame

    It transpired, the other day, that British Gas had managed to do what my genetic mapping had failed to do for over sixty years. It had given me a completely new identity, including gender. I had become Anthea Saimon; this, despite BG being the recipient of four years of direct debit under my better known,… Know More

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  • Vierzon, France November 2006

    I own a small mountain house close to the Spanish border. It’s a long drive from wherever you might want to land on French shores. I often go via Dieppe and choose a half way point to spend the night. Last week I had trouble finding a hotel because of French school holidays and was… Know More

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